"His head turned towards the sound, but he could see no one about. Hechalked it up to his imagination and kicked a pebble out into theabandoned street... his head low."Chris," the voice called again, and again Chris turned to search forwhat seemed like such a heartrending cry for his attention. Seeingnothing for a second time, he sighed and was about to look back down tothe cracked cement sidewalk when his eyes caught the pale ivory handpiercing the night's darkness from an alley, beckoning to. "My yellow sneakers?" She asked as she giggled softly. "How do you know my yellow sneakers?" I couldn’t help myself from smiling, thinking about how strange that must have sounded, and I decided to confess to her. "Well, it may sound a bit strange, but a few days ago I saw you in the metro, well I saw your yellow sneakers. But it was so crowded, I could only see your sneakers and I was curious about the person who was wearing those yellow sneakers." “And you still remembered that, even a few. ”The spike in her last comment was unmistakable, but I had absolutely no interest in giving her anything for free. With my contacts, I had done my best to make sure that Amy and Ruth would get some good legal support, while I had also made sure that none of the money used could be tracked back to me. I had followed their case a bit, so I knew that Ruth would have to serve some time in a low security institution. She would also be well compensated because the system had failed and her probation. Leaning back and looking arrogantly down at the two of us, he repeated, ‘Do you want to leave your dad for a couple dances, sweet thing? Got some real fine music coming up on the jukebox.’ ‘What?’ Helen sputtered. ‘No, I think I’ll stay here with Duncan. And by the way, he’s not my father.’ ‘Oh, that explains why he’s been staring down your dress. I was wondering,’ he replied. ‘But hey, you need more than an old man like him and you have the best right here beside you.’ With that he leaned.